Karaoké Diamonds in the Mud Gerry Cinnamon

I've got a mate who's a shaman

Gets anything you want in no time

A weekend at Bernie's is a few days without any sunshine

I know a right dour-faced bastard

A really nice guy but he hates life

He's got sarcastic eyeballs and a tongue that can slash like a lock-knife

These faces I've known growin' up on the streets in the Southside

From the hills of the milk to the parade in the East End

I remember the change in the accents on the Westside

Makin' money 'till there's no time left to spend

It's all bullshit but we all still pretend

When I was a wean

I used to sell puff to make money

But we'd smoke all the profit and by Friday it was no longer funny

I know a guy who's a lightweight

One or two jars and he's buckled

He's the guy that loses keys

Has tae break into his own house and gets huckled

These faces I've known growin' up on the streets in the Southside

From the songs in the schemes tae the Art School dreams of the town

And when I lie awake in the nighttime these things I remember

Some happy, some sad

Bring a smile tae ma face when I'm down

In the Priory or in Sinbad's

In Dunoon

I've been all 'round the world but there's nowhere compares tae my hometown

The mayhem of Glasgow is buried deep in my blood

And there's no other place where a cunt might not be a put down

It's thirteen degrees and there's folk in the street in the scud

Not the best place but there's diamonds in the mud

Not the best place but there's diamonds in the mud

Not the best place but there's diamonds